It's all funny

A few posts ago I said that my life is a bad sitcom.

Exhibit A: I went over to Vixen's after work tonight to chill out and watch a movie. It's late, and I was worried about how long I would have to wait to catch a T. Of course as I exited her building, a T merrily passed me by. I ran for a few seconds, in my heels, even though I knew I would not catch it. Funny? yes. Common? yes. Wait for it. It gets better.

I pulled out my cell phone to relate this development to Vixen. I knew I'd be standing in the cold waiting for another T to come, and I might as well vent to Vixen. Nothing ever goes right for us. If it can go wrong, it will. In my family, we've had an old joke that we should start setting a place at the table for Murphy, because he lives with us.

Wait for it.

In a hasty moment, I chose the wrong name in my phone's address book.

I did not call Vixen. I thought that I had. I did not.

The phone rang, and as the voice on the other end answered, I said: "I hate my life." Silence.

Me: "Vixen?"

"Yes?"

But I knew it was not her. It was not Vixen's voice.

I panicked and hung up.

I glanced at the phone to see whom I had called.

Wait for it.

I called an old professor of mine from my undergraduate days...a sweet old woman who sends me Christmas cards.

I called her and said, "I hate my life" and then hung up.

That poor woman! It was 12am. She must be worried sick. She doesn't know who called. Thank god she doesn't have caller ID!

Geez. I'm such putz-- A putz that had to wait in the cold for 20 minutes, shamed.

In other news, Vixen is currently alone in her apartment with only a pesky mouse to keep her company. It emerged during the movie and has run across her room 4 times since I left her. She just screamed and can only imagine that her neighbors will think she is being abused.

Funny. It's all funny.